I envy you. I really do.2 years since I posted the last piece on this site and I'm still longing for someone to cut me. Penis Guillotine is becoming more and more attractive. All strapped in and unable to get out and someone pressing the lever before I have a chance to cum Absolute bliss ...

I would prefer lying on my back with legs spread far apart so that the video camera could record everything, and I would want a local or spinal so that I could watch the TV monitor and see everything happening. I wouldn't want the scrotum opened up, I would want them removed from the upper groin ...

gandalf (imported) wrote: Wed Aug 05, 2009 3:50 pm I remember it and I was about three at the time. I lay awake many nights waiting for her to come in and do it. I still think of it often, especially now that I am ballless and bagless.

I envy you. I really do.

Tried banding tonight for the first time. Didn't have a suitable elastic, so I used a noose made out of a shoelace and once I had tightened the noose as far as it could go, I wound the rest of the lace tight around my cock. Left it there for more than an hour. My cock swelled slightly when I took ...

I think my mother's threats had a lot to do with it. Anyhow, now all I really want is to be free of the whole lot and the sooner the better. Unfortunately, my wife would freak if she even thought I might do it and my marriage is still important, so it definitely won't happen just yet.

When I ...

It's me writing again. Since posting this yesterday, I have been unable to get the thought of being nullo out of my mind. It has become a positive craving.....a yearning that I can feel right down in the base of my cock and a tingling around my balls. My head and my cock are saying "Please won't ...

When I was 3, my mother first threatened to cut off my dick because I had an erection in the bath and she thought I was being dirty. From then on, it became a game of hide and seek whenever I had an erection but the carving knife did come into the bathroom a couple of times. The last time I remember ...